He scribbled the date onto the paper thinking it was good she'd not been gone any longer. His hand paused so that he could look up and hear Peter out and then laid his pen down long enough to reach for the ID passed his way. Hmm. A CIA analyst who also tutored teenagers.
"Your daughter's mother was kidnapped? And she was returned?"
How very peculiar.
"Was there a ransom? What is her name? By chance this is connected, it would be necessary to speak with her as well."